Poem by Robert Burns

On a Swearing Coxcomb

Here cursing swearing Burton lies,
A buck, a bean, or Dem-my-eyes!
Who in this life did little good.
And whose last words were Dem-my-blood!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Farewell to Ballochmyle
3. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
4. Gala Water
5. Stay My Charmer

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